It’s interesting this thing we call life.
As the cliché goes the only thing predictable about it is its unpredictability. Only perspective can foresee the quivering uncertainty of circumstance.
I always believed in balance, a certain invisible law or theory of sorts, whether it concerns life in general or the players in it. I believe in balance, an equal amount of good and evil, of sane and insane. Nothing is perfect. Nothing. But then again you never know the true unadulterated form of things. Perspective, the preconceived saving grace of the bullshit of circumstance, screws it up some how. Oh, the irony of it all.
It is often said that one cannot change the things that happen to them, only the way they react to it. This intrigues me so, this ability to react. In plain sight it’s pretty simple physics: for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. But in reality, life is never that simple.
My mother, my sister and I had a talk about life and the wheel it turns on. As we were talking about failed circumstances and, cause and effect scenarios, I can’t help but be intrigued by humanity and the mind that controls us. To tell you honestly the human mind scares me. In truth it is the governing factor of life, or at least ours. First and foremost it tells us that there is even such a thing called life. It creates realities and dictates truths and facts and everything else. It is interesting, our minds. We underestimate it so. Often overlooked we forget to see how powerful it can be; How intimidating and tiring it can be for our fragile bodies.
The human mind; It is the biggest mystery we cannot seem to solve. The only terrain I think we can never travel. When you think about it, when you question your mind it is like questioning God or religion. I’m not trying to put blasphemy in this, don’t get me wrong. Its just that the mind is so elusive to our grasp and so mysterious and somewhat unattainable that it seems to be beyond us yet with us; somewhat what the teachings of religion has taught us about God.
I hate to think that as I’m writing this, my mind is controlling me. It scares me to think of questions such as these because you begin to wonder, who is really in control? Sometimes I think we get so involved in life. We get lost in its crevices and cracks that we forget to step back and question why we’re in the positions that we are at. I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this, heck I never really knew from the start. It’s probably one of those paper trails I do, only in a more unified yet confusing manner.
Though we have to face the reality of life. Though we are capable of questioning every detail and every ‘truth’ that comes by, the truth of the matter is, we will never know for sure. All we can really do is live the life that has been set for us; to live amongst the rules, the theories, the truths and the lies that have been set before us by our ancestors. We can question everything put before us, but the fact of the matter is, we cannot live by them. Living by questions and doubts, more often than not, is living a life of excuses.
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
It’s as simple as that.
What we do affects everything.
What we think affects everything.
We are more powerful than we give ourselves to be.
We can manipulate and create.
We can affect change with a single thought.
We are malleable and so is everything else.
‘Curiouser and curiouser’ as Alice once put, this wonderland is as confusing as the words that came out of Lewis Caroll’s mouth, only more real and much more insane.
It’s interesting, this thing we call life.
We are so involved in it, involved in its games and trends, its fears and judgments, that we sometimes lose sight of who we are;
And yet, to get lost in it can be the most beautiful thing in the world.
It’s interesting, this thing we call life.
It’s the one thing that we are truly uncertain of.
It’s the one thing that no one can write a book on how to play, or write a manual about.
Nothing is what it seems in this thing we call life.
Nothing.
There are no rules.
There are no exact actions.
There are no exact reactions.
It is unpredictable.
It is interesting.
It is a mystery
This thing we call life.
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